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She Is My Jail
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May 2012 I see a devil, and think an angel,
aim for heaven and settle for hell,
live for now but fear forever,
with no freedom she is my jail,
i hear lies and i think truth,
say yes to war but not to the troops,
i have so many questions backed up with proof,
with all this stress i need a masseuse,
someone be real in this plastic life,
not just only for one classic night,
i'll just haunt you in the after life,
cause this pain is going on for another night,
running through the woods i lose my mind,
somehow manage to slow down time,
fall from heaven and land in hell,
got my freedom, but i'm not free from her jail.
